The story of Dead Sexy Sheila began with two brothers some time ago. This genetic assimilation gives them a distinct advantage in the carving of deliciously psychadelic and wholly nihilistic blues-garage-New York-proto punk poetic melodies. The rhythmic delivery of off-the-cuff drum beats rivaling the machine-gun personae of Keith Moon, takes it even further into your boots. We despise religion, but dig harmony. Most of modern society is ugly like a salad of poodle hair and petroleum jelly, so we sing about it. We're in it for the fun.
